Because ugly duckling is now a swan

No manly tears, please.

I keep telling myself to move out of the rut I’m stuck in. But I come up with excuses when the opportunity to escape presents itself.

The past three weeks have been hideous and I can’t go into detail. But I was so burned out it’s a wonder my ashes haven’t reached your nostrils yet. I keep having the urge to spontaneously indulge in a crying jag. For no reason. For a lot of reasons. For everything that has happened and has not happened in my life.

But I didn’t. I challenged myself to blink back the tears. How the fuck does someone blink back the tears? To keep your eyes dry? I don’t know. Ask Nora Roberts. I keep reading that stunt in her novels. You know, when the heroine struggles with not tearing up so that she’ll look strong in front of everyone? Yeah, no idea how to do that but I seem to be getting good at it. What?